Dear Reader,
I am currently trying to finish the long overdue chapter for 'counterfeit' but I am...taking a moment to breathe before getting back into it.
One of you asked me "why?" about the last entry for 'the Manuscript' and to be honest, I honestly didn't know then. I didn't even use my laptop to write that because it was so short and it was just a writing exercise that just randomly flowed while I was using my phone. I have never done that before and I don't know why that happened.
But it did lead me to having a conversation with someone who read it and it was...well, I'd been a little sad since writing it (so much crying I could not explain) then we shared our experiences about nearly losing our partners. They pointed out something that I was aware I was doing but it was only then when they mentioned it when I realized...it wasn't normal, this thing I found myself doing everyday since my husband nearly died a year and a half ago.
I witnessed him flatline twice and had to watch during those excruciating minutes for the doctors to bring him back. For almost five minutes...he was gone.
He's okay now though, but I really did not realize how messed up I still am over it...and it kind of depressed me even more.
So, I called my therapist and there was a lot to work on there and we didn't know it then but apparently, we do need couple's counseling...because checking everyday to see if he is still breathing and wondering if he's gone simply because he overslept was...apparently very not normal. So, that was that.
We went away for a bit and we went tech free. He's okay. So am I. But I am behind on my writing. And everything else.
...so why? I don't know. But I do put a lot of myself and my life into the stories I write. I don't know what that makes me, but I write what I know.
Maybe that's the answer to that "why?"
-btc_cs